There once were two utopian societies

Pavonia, land of the peacocks

And Swaanendael, valley of the swans

Both have trade

Miserably

There, behind every chair,

A negro slave

The blackest of the black!

Attired in white apron and vest

Standing ready to attend to each guest

Such as the corrupt and exotic Governor

Lord Cornbury, whose custom it was

To take a daily stroll dressed

In silk gowns like a fashionable lady

In this he failed

Miserably

Lord Cornbury did this, his friends said,

To demonstrate his resemblance

To his cousin, Queen Anne

His impetuousity, however,

Did not extend to marrying a manor milkmaid

"Chee!", he left

Square in shape

With a hip roof and a belfry in the center